Chapter 7 Professor Kelvin
Mia
The night was thick and heavy, the kind of silence that only existed in a school after the gates were locked. I had sent the messages three hours ago. To Kelvin, I was simple: “Lecture Hall 7. Tonight. We need to talk about what happened. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
And then, to Lily: “Meet me at Hall 7 at 11:00 PM. Don’t keep me waiting.”
I was already there, sitting on the edge of the large wooden table at the front of the room. The only light came from the emergency exit sign, casting a red, demonic glow over the rows of empty seats.
The heavy doors creaked open. Professor Kelvin walked in, his suit jacket gone, his white shirt sleeves rolled up. He looked around the dark room, his eyes finding me immediately.
"Mia," he said, his voice echoing. He sounded tired, but there was a sharp edge of hunger in his tone.
"What is this? You said we needed to talk. This isn't exactly a professional setting," he stated, still holding onto the tiny thread of professionalism.
I slid off the table and walked toward him, my hips swaying. I was wearing a silk slip dress that barely touched my thighs. "Who said anything about being professional, Prof? I told you…" I reached him and ran my hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the cotton. “…I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About how your hard… big… cock felt inside me."
I could feel his heart hammering.
“Mia.” He was already melting. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear.
"You're a dangerous girl, Mia. You know that?"
"I know," I whispered, sliding my hand down from his chest to his belt. "But I have a surprise for you tonight.”
His brows furrowed, arching up. “What surprise?”
My hand trailed to the zipper of his pants, lining the hardening rod underneath. “I didn't want to be the only one enjoying the 'Human Behavior' expert."
He frowned, his hands gripping my waist. "What are you talking about?"
I looked toward the side door—the one leading to the prep room. "Come in, Lily," I called.
The door opened slowly, and Lily stepped out into the dim light. She wasn't looking like the nerd from the library anymore.
She was stripped down to a set of thin, black lace panties and a matching bra that looked like it was struggling to hold her breasts.
Her eyes were wide as she saw Kelvin.
Yes, I didn't tell her our prof would be joining.
Kelvin froze. His grip on me tightened so hard that it almost hurt. "Lily? What is she doing here?"
"She's here to learn, Prof," I said, stepping back from him. "And you’re here to watch. Sit down, Prof."
I pointed to his high executive chair in front of the desk. For a second, he looked like he was going to argue. But then he looked at Lily’s nearly naked body, then back at me.
He moved and sat down, his eyes totally fixed on us.
I walked back to the flat, long table at the front.
I reached for the straps of my dress and let it slide down my body. It pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked in the red light.
I climbed onto the table, laying back and spreading my legs wide, my heels digging into the wood.
"Lily," I commanded, in a low voice, "come here."
Lily walked over like she was in a trance. She stood between my legs, looking down at my open, bare pussy. I could see the way her chest was heaving.
"You remember what I did for you in the music room?" I asked her. She swallowed hard.
"I want you to do it for me. Right here. In front of him."
Lily glanced at Kelvin. He was sitting back in his chair, his hand already moving to his trousers. He unzipped them, his thick, hard cock sprang out.
He started to stroke himself, his gaze locked on the space between my thighs.
"Do it, Lily," Kelvin rasped.
Lily knelt down. She started slow, her hands trembling as she rested them on my inner thighs.
“Come on, baby,” I cooed. She leaned in, her warm breath hitting my sensitive skin, making me arch my back. Then she let out a small lick, her tongue darting out to touch my clit.
"Ahhh... yes, Lily... just like that," I moaned, my head falling back against the table.
She got bolder. She buried her face in me, her tongue moving in long, wet strokes from my hole up to my hood. She was tasting me, drinking me in.
I could feel her saliva coating me, making every movement slippery and intense.
"Oh, fuck... mmmnnn... yes!" I cried out, a sound that echoed through the empty hall.
Lily started to suck. She took my clit into her mouth, using her lips to create a vacuum.
Fuck… this was so much different. The sensation was so much softer than a dick, more precise.
I reached down and grabbed her hair, guiding her rhythm.
"Look at her, Prof," I panted, my eyes hooded as I watched the professor stroke his cock, beads of precum visible on his cock. "Look at your star student. See how well she handles her 'assignments'?"
Kelvin’s breathing was loud and ragged. His hand was moving fast now, his knuckles white as he gripped himself.
"She’s... she’s so fucking incredible," he groaned.
Lily didn't stop. She pushed two fingers inside me while her mouth stayed busy.
She was mimicking the way I had pleasured her, her fingers moving deep and fast. She sure was smart inside and outside the book.
The friction was driving me crazy. My walls were clamping down on her fingers, and I was sliding all over the table.
"Ohhh! Lily! Harder... suck it harder! Fuck me harder with that finger!"
I was losing my mind, especially with our professor watching us. It was too much. I felt the pressure building in my gut, that familiar heat spreading to my toes.
I guess Lily noticed, because she increased the pace, her tongue flicking faster and faster.
"Ooohhh, ohh, ohhh, yes… ah… I’m... I'm coming! Ahhh! FUCK!"
I screamed as my body went rigid. I felt my juices spray against Lily’s face as I came, my hips bucking wildly against the table. Lily didn't pull away; she stayed there, lapping up every bit of my release until I was nothing but a shaking mess on the wood.
I panted, my skin covered in sweat. I looked over at Kelvin.
He was on the verge of exploding, his face almost red, his eyes narrowed, obviously crowded with pleasure.
I sat up slowly, my legs still trembling. I looked at Lily, who was looking up at me with a dazed, messy smile, my wetness all over her face.
I looked at the professor and gave him a wicked, satisfied grin.
"So, Prof," I whispered, my voice raspy from screaming this high. "Do you want a taste of our nerd now? Or should we keep you waiting a little longer?”